A time of year to pause and reflect,

On the gifts this cycle has softly bequeathed.

What lessons have blossomed, what truths have been earned,

What hopes still linger, what paths have turned.

A hope for the future, in laughter’s embrace,

To lighten the shadows, to quicken the pace.

To banish the sorrow, the grief we have known,

And nurture the seeds of joy we have sown.

Yet in this stillness, we honor the past,

The loved ones whose moments with us did not last.

Now free from their pain, they rest in the light,

Their spirits like stars, still piercing the night.

The coming of the Sun, a promise reborn,

To chase away darkness, to herald the morn.

And as Spring whispers of new possibility,

Our hearts will awaken, unbound and free.

So Yuletide’s flame, and Solstice’s glow,

Remind us of cycles, of what we must sow.

For in every ending, a beginning takes flight,

Guiding us gently from darkness to light.